The Distant Threshold

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The ink on the page was still wet, a dark, viscous stain that smelled of iron and old paper, and Elara Vane had been counting the strokes for four hours. She sat in the dim light of the War Office cryptanalysis room, the air thick with the scent of damp wool and cold tea, her fingers trembling as she traced the jagged lines of the captured German dossier. The cipher was simple, a substitution...

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